Guardian Angel x Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

I used to be wowed by planes and loved it when the family went on holidays or when dad's in Brunei or Taiwan and we went to visit him.

I remember the days when the peeps and I went all the way to the airport to study or go to the viewing galleries and just stare at the huuuuugeeeeee landing that planes are towed into and we'd be awed at the hugeness of the planes.

I recall that one time when Beng Han & I went to the airport to look at planes awhile and just have a change from the hustle and bustle of shopping or town.

But now, I'm friggin sick and tired of planes. I see them fly. I see them touch down. I see the turbines spinning. I see them EVERY SINGLE DAMNED DAY.

I'm currently working at the airport, you see. And to date, I've had 8 bruises, 3 mishaps, one of them being falling down from the Megatop's 2nd floor when I collided into a team mate,2 visits to the staff clinic for my spine and knee and the doctor said that at the rate I'm going, my tissues are gonna run dry, 901234823568432435 papercuts and my nail beds and cuticles are HISTORY.

A part of me regretted working. Another part kept reminding me of the ka-ching!!

Even though its not that much, I'll happily take it. Hopefully, for these 2 weeks alone, I could at the very least make a good $400.

I'll be elated =D

Working equates to :

a)No time for myself

b) No time for the family

c)No time for Mr Sim

d)No time for friends

e) No life. No life. No life.

I sleep at 10 p.m. nowadays and its the holidays?! I usually turn in at 4 a.m during semester breaks.

Everyday, I wake up at freakin 5 a.m... and the last time I did that was due to the fact that we were going to Thailand and had to catch a morning flight.

It should be made illegal to enter work at 6.45 a.m.

Another thing about working there is that I've never seen a more makcik/pakcik/mat/minah infested place. The place is overflowing with Malays, can!? I find myself speaking sooooooooo much malay that I ended up asking Zann something in Malay..And she went, "Dabu?". Its soooooo weird to speak so much Malay for me. Like so... not me.

Work is sooo hectic!!! Ok, what I actually do is to check the front pockets of the seats. I must always ensure that all the seats in that particular cabin sector has the puke bag, the safety card, this green health card thingie and 3 magazines. The worse thing is that I've to remember how the arrangements goes for the different planes. Like, for Qantas, the tongue of the freaking puke bag has to freaking hang out, for Qatar Airways, there's only one magazine, then there's Singapore Airlines, Emirates, Silkair, China Airway, Phillipines Airway, Tiger Airways, Cathay Pacific and many many many others.

If its a transit flight, the entire team is given 15 minutes to clear like 45 rows of seats?! And there's about 7 to 8 seats on each row!? Depending on flight!? And sometimes, they don't switch on the blardy aircon!? What's wrong with the world?!

I'm sooooo gonna stop once school start. For now, I'm gonna work hard for the crisps notes.

Roll in the Yusof Ishaks, baby!